"Rose. Turn around...."
His voice was low—commanding, but not harsh.
And even though Rose's mind was still swimming in waves of pleasure, her body obeyed instantly.
It was like she didn't need to hear him clearly—she just knew.
Riley wasn't just her lover in this moment.
He felt like more.
Like her master.
And she wanted nothing more than to give him everything—her body, her soul, her surrender.
She shifted slowly into position.
Kneeling on the bed, arms stretched forward, legs parted.
Her back arched without thinking, presenting herself to him with aching need.
Riley stared.
Her body—every curve, every soft twitch—was driving him insane. Her glistening slit was dripping, begging. And her ass… round, perfect, trembling just for him.
Slap!
He didn't mean to do it at first.
His hand moved before he could think, landing a sharp slap across her cheek.
Her ass bounced from the impact, and he almost apologized—
Until he heard her.
"Ah…!"
"More… please…!"
